I hate life. I always hate life. Of course life is doing better than it used to be right now, but I still detest it. I hate getting out of the bed in the morning, I hate doing anything. I hate. I hate bitching all the time. This weekend was pretty ok, cept for the having to deal with cops part. I hate that. I am in the school computer lab, and someone smells like drugs. I think it is the kid sitting two seats down from me. In a park. Another one for the list. Five more days till school gets out, I might fall over dead before then. But lets hope not, eh?